We are told that perfection does not exist yet we are constantly encouraged to aim for it. Do you actually look your age? We have a cream for that (because youthfulness is closer to perfection).
I have been wrestling with feelings of hypocrisy recently. I loudly proclaim that I do not want Instagram perfection yet I try hard to make the photos I post here as appealing as possible. I have posted images that, I’m sure, give hugely false impressions of my life. Pictures of beautiful Icelandic scenery and art from music festivals…how fab is my life?!
But those images were hard won and took many years for me to get.
I’m not after sympathy, my life is pretty good, but I battled hard for this ‘pretty good’ and I won’t forget (and in some cases won’t forgive) the knives in the back and ridiculously steep learning curves it took getting here.
It is human nature to want to present your most appealing side to the world and in my case showing off highlights from my recent past is reassuring. Yes, those things happened and I am allowed to enjoy the memories. So I shall continue to pick appealing photos to illustrate my posts, but I shall also remain aware of how they can be perceived.
(Some sort of metaphor about emerging from the clouds…)